I first got arrested in 1969. Yesterday’s arrest at Broadway & Wall was, well, another one. What follows are a few reflections on what’s changed, what’s the same, and a few things I learned along the way...

Occupy is now a year old. A year is an almost ridiculous measure of time for much of what matters: at one year old, Georgia O’Keeffe was not a great painter, and Bessie Smith wasn’t much of a singer. One year into the Civil Rights Movement, the Montgomery Bus Boycott was still in progress, catalyzed by the unknown secretary of the local NAACP chapter and a preacher from Atlanta – by, that is, Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King, Jr. Occupy, our bouncing baby, was born with such struggle and joy a year ago, and here we are, 12 long months later.

A bit before 8 AM, and before I even had my coffee (!!), I walked from my hotel to Zuccotti Park, passing the famous old Trinity Church on the way where young people were camped out in their sleeping bags on the sidewalk, most still sleeping.

Join us for three days of education, celebration and resistance! Because they’re betting on our obedience, and they’re betting wrong. They bet and borrow against our future while we drown in debt. So who is really in debt to whom?

Restaurant workers fired and locked out of their store for organizing a union have won an inspiring labor victory: store will reopen, all workers will be rehired and newly formed union will be recognized.

Nearly one year ago a bottom up protest movement erupted in New York City, calling attention to the role of Wall Street in robbing the 99% and wrecking the economy. It was a movement that inspired millions.